Best Blanched Poems

“there isn’t 
a stalk of 
celery with 
sense enough”
 - says Sarah, 
sarcastically,
simply asked 
her favourite 
flavour of 
funeral dress....

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Blanched veils there and above
   Hold it in stony repose
Throughout time's continuum
   And blustering air flows.

Earth granted an ovation -
   Nodding its magnificence -
But bigger still is the one
   Who goes and conquers it....

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The wispy withered woman at her wake
Was a bent blanched bloom, yet without mistake
Her lyric words march to our drumming hearts,
To each body, mind and soul love impart.
Her memory shines in the jeweled eyes
Of grandkids making music and mud pies.
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